Hurry humble bumblebee to harvest your fill
From the flowers outside my window
Carry nectar back to your Queen
Reward for this hard work will be
The survival of your species
That you are the slower sort
Doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing
You go about your business
Humming a cool, mellow bass.
For every one of your foraging trips
You deliver seventy-five percent
Of your body weight in precious cargo
That’s what I call marvelous!
You are a gentle one.
I know, for I’ve offered my hand to
Many of your kin, fallen into a back yard pool
Gratitude shown by dry wings flying back
To the important work you do.
Now, heed this warning.
Just today your species has been removed
From the Endangered List by the
New powers in government
Future protections may not be there for you
All I can offer is encouragement
To never stop or change
What you do so perfectly.
Spread the word my darling.
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